"Hey." Em said answering her cell as she poured her 1st cup her second pot coffee.
"You think Opie's the rat?" Juice asked suddenly. They had just left the chapel.
She sighed. "God, I hope not but It's starting to look that way. Donna didn't show up for work today. I tried to track him down after I talked to you. They won't let me see Opie. He's not being held the same place as Bobby. He's in the building they use to transition families into witness protection. I looked into him. Checked his finances." When she worked for the MOB she learned this was always the first step sniffing out a rat. "There was a federal wire transfer of $30,000 into his account last night."
"Oh, shit". Juice said.
"It's possible they are just trying to set him up. Scare him into turning. The U.S. attorney won't release the name of the witness until right before the trial. I've seen it happen. Just keep that in mind. Babe, give the financials to Clay, please keep my name out of it. I'm tired and I have no interest in going back to the clubhouse today. I'm going back to Stockton To see Bobby in a few hours. Clay is coming to see me tomorrow."
"okay. We gave a guy over at the bank. I'll get the info from him. Thank you." He said worried.
"Ha, your club is paying me to do it. After this we'll be able to go to Bora Bora or something". She said drinking her coffee.
"Yeah, or something. I'll talk to you soon. Em', stop drinking so much coffee, you're gonna have a heart attack before you're thirty".
This man knew her far to well.
"It's alright. Safe room." Emmy told Bobby sitting down. "You aren't in prison yet. They can't legally record us. If they do, they can't use it for shit."
Bobby still wasn't entirely sure he trusted the little gash, but she was the only person he could talk to in lockup.
Emmy, Clay and Tigg we're walking down a suburban street. They could all use the air. Emmy was running on 6 hours of sleep in the last 72 hours. Ally hated leaving at such a crazy time, but this what Emmy was hired for. She hadn't even been able to see Juice.
"US attorney won't release the name of the witness due to security issues." She explained.
"Any ideas?" Clay asked. She tended to have good ones.
"I talked to Bobby last night. He says Stahl knows there was a third man. Says she knows it was Jax. Bobby said anyone who saw Jax could never have I. Jax."
"Only one other guy knows Jax was there" Tigg said
Things were looking worse for Opie.
"That would be my guess." Emelia said sympathetically. She felt guilty for even saying it, "it looks like Opie Winston is turning."
"So, why would the Feds cut Opie loose? Why would they let him come and plead his innocence to the club?" Clay asked her.
"I've seen Feds try to turn someone by making them look like a rat. They scare them, make impossible for them to survive without their protection. They can only hold them for 48 hours before cutting them loose. If he refused, they have to let him out". She shrugged, "But, if In was going to cross-examine, I would argue that Opie is a criminal. That he's lying to make a cushy deal. He might need more evidence to get witness protection."
"You think they're gonna wire him".
"I don't know, but if he gets Jax talking about the alleged Hefner kill, it's a lock".
"Jesus Christ!" Tigg said.
When juice entered Em's home, 'Their home?', she was already asleep.
He pulled off his cut, guns and rings and climbed into bed next to her.
"Hey" she said sleepily looking over at him at him. He wrapped his arms around her.
"Hey"
"You smell like weed." She said nuzzling into his chest.
"Want some?" He asked joking.
"Ya." She said. Her answer surprised him. He didn't know exactly why though.
She was extremely upset about Opie. She felt like telling the truth, she may be betraying Donna. The weed calmed her nerves.
They lay in her bed passing the joint He had rolled between them. "Oh, God this brings back memories". Juice said laughing.
Em smiled.
"What happened with Opie?"
"You were right about the FEDs trying to scare him into turning rat. He is good with the club."
"Thank God. Now you just have to figure out who the witness is."
"Yeah. We're working in that part." She drifted off to sleep with her head on Juice's chest.
Juice set a cup of coffee on the nightstand next to Emmy's sleeping head. The aroma woke her from her pleasant slumber. Juice watched her inhale before opening Her eyes.
"Have I told you I love you lately?" She asked jokingly taking the coffee, looking at it like a crackhead receiving their next fix.
"No actually."
"I love you. That is the best way I have ever been woken up on my life." She said taking a sip. "I bet you left a crazy party last night."
"Oh yeah, I probably would have passed out on the pool table with some croweater on top of me".
"Sounds like fun". She said sarcastically. Juice was already showered and dressed.
"What time is it?" She asked looking at him.
"9:10".
"Holy shit. I slept in".
"That's what happens when all that caffeine in your system goes away. I got church in twenty minutes. I just wanted to say goodbye before I left".
"I should go into the office for a few hours. With all this shit going on with SAMCRO, I'm sure my other clients are feeling neglected".
"Alright babe, I gotta go" he leaned down and kissed her before heading out.
"We're good". Tig said setting down the bug scanner and taking his seat on Clay's right at the redwood reaper table.
"Our retainer with Farley is good for one more week" Clay said addressing his club, "if this thing with Bobby goes to trial, we are going to have to pony up some serious up-front cash."
"She and Donna are real tight. Maybe Donna could talk to her. Ask he if she'll let us put half down or something."
"We have every dime in the warehouse rebuild" Juice said 'maybe I could talk to her' he thought.
"I know" Clay responded. "I talked to Alvarez, Mayans want guns and they want them now".
"We ain't got nothing to sell." Jax said. "Iris don't start shipping till next month".
"We pill our security surplus, we sell them those"
"Wait a minute," Chibbs interjected, "I thought we didn't sell that surplus?"
"We don't" Jax answered.
"we sell them those guns, it's a goodwill gesture. Mayans turn around and place a big order, They give us half the cash in advance". Clay said.
"That leaves us nothing to protect the club." Jax said sounding doubtful.
"I'm out of ideas here Jax. If we don't jump on this deal here we loose it. I'm just trying to help Bobby here!" Clay replied.
"I get that but ATF is still camped out at Unser's office. You really wanna take that risk?" Jax asked
"We can do this smart. We set up two locations in Oakland, right? We pick up the money from one, we drop off the money at the other. This way, even if the FEDs are still watching us, They never see guns for money." Clay said thinking it through.
"Why would the FEDs still be trailing us?" Opie asked.
"Maybe their pissed off 'cause you didn't turn." Clay suggested. "You and Tig pick up the money, me and Jax drop off the guns".
"I'll go with Op and Tig". Piney spoke up
"Nah, nah, nah," Clay continued, "The fewer the better. Why don't you just go up to the warehouse and let me know how that's going."
"Bullshit errand" Piney stood up to leave, "I got stuff to do." He left closing the door behind him.